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Sunday, October 28, 2001

Because Shauny has really good ideas a lot of the time, and today I'm stuck for things to blog about: Things that scared me as a child:

1. The concept of things under my bed. I think this stemmed from an episode of Doctor Who (why were kids ever allowed to watch that?) involving giant maggots. I always leapt into my bed from halfway across the room, and lay in the perfect middle, afraid they would reach around the sides and get me.
2. Showers. That came from watching IT at too young an age. (Me and watching things, I dunno...) I would shower with my face-washer over the drain hole. I flooded the bathroom three times before my mother made me stop.
3. Sulpher-crested cockatoos. I got bitten by one as a young child. It hurt. Now, I just hate the pernicious motherfuckers.
4. Brussel Sprouts. Someone told me they had cyanide in them, and for a while I was convinced my mother was trying to kill me.
5. Cockroaches. Some things you just never get over, I guess.

I'm not really as interesting as Shauny. Oh well, I can try.

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